She had one last chance to back away before I really let her have it. “Mol…” I cautioned one last time, but she didn’t stop, and when she kneeled before me, the smell of vanilla made me lose all sanity. I gripped her bare thigh, never breaking eye contact, and smoothed my hand farther up the skin, right up until my fingers ran along the line of her panties.
Molly’s warm breath panted quickly through pursed lips and, leaning down, she brushed them against my mouth. It was too soft, too little contact, but I let her set the pace. She was still pretty inexperienced and I didn’t want to come on too strong. But when her hand moved down my stomach, tucked into my jeans, and almost brushed the tip of my cock, I fucking lost it—the time for chivalry and patience was long gone. I was going to make her come, watch her guard fall down, and enjoy every damn second.
Gripping the flesh of her thighs, I spread her across my crotch, her tits pressed right against my chest, my hand wrapped tightly around the back of her neck. My mouth smashed furiously against hers and, taking advantage of her position, I ground my hard dick right between her legs, letting my desire override anything else.
Massaging the soft flesh of her breast in my hand, I pressed farther against her mouth, then moved my hand to her *, and hearing her moan out load in desperation for my touch drove me crazy. She was more than liking what I was giving her, how I was giving it to her… doing it the way I needed it to be.
“Romeo…” She moaned in aroused frustration, those newly exposed eyes rolling as I ghosted my finger against her cotton-covered clit.
“Mol… I… I…” I wanted to tell her how I was feeling, but I was fighting against a lifelong-scarred blockage in my throat.
“Please…” she moaned again, pressing herself hard against my hand.
“Mol… God… you’re making me fuckin’ crazy…” I hissed out, biting into her exposed shoulder, trying to calm down.
“Rome… now!” she demanded, which just plain ol’ pissed me off.
Taking her by surprise, I ripped her panties aside and brought her mouth to mine, shutting her the hell up, and impaled her tight hole with my finger. I worked her back and forth, feeling the heat build and the tightness of her inner walls clench.
I broke away from her, and she stared at me, couldn’t take those eyes off me. “Don’t ever tell me what to do,” I said firmly.
Crooking my fingers just right, I skimmed the pad of my middle finger across that soft spot I knew would make her scream, teasing her, making her want more. “Do you hear me?” I barked again, the need to control my girl taking over every cell in my body. At this point, I’d gone too far to hide the real me.
“Yes. Yes,” she moaned, pushing down harder on my finger,
Fuck. She was perfect, a natural fit—openly receptive to my roughness. I’d never allowed myself to be like this with any of my random fucks, was never sober enough to care enough to try. But right here, right now, it was everything—full and utter disclosure of who I was.
My attention was fixed on Molly’s every sigh, every contraction of her hot center, and the flush covering every inch of her bare, tanned skin. Then those eyes opened and, licking and biting her bottom lip, her hand crept down to my jeans. My cock twitched at the thought of her hand wrapped around the base, stroking the tip, but I froze and croaked painfully, “Mol, no, you don’t—” My words lodged in my throat as her soft hand folded around my dick and gently began to stroke it up and down.
Shit. It felt too good to make her stop.
“Let me take care of you. Let me give you what you need. Please…” she begged, still rolling her damn hips against my hand.
Meeting her eyes, I was lost, blinded by her. There were no sounds apart from our ragged breaths and moans amongst the miles of rural cropland, and nothing else registered but the fucking insane pleasure we were giving each other. Actually, that was a lie. I was feeling a ton, probably too much to be revealed to my girl right now. I’d never felt anything this real before, and I needed time to digest it myself.
“Ah, Romeo… I…” Molly rode me faster, her * clamping down as I focused on her G-spot with my fingers and her clit simultaneously.
She was burning hot. By her rock-hard nipples, flushed face, and heavy eyes, I knew she was about to come, hard. “Let go, Mol… fuckin’ let go,” I instructed, and with one more thrust, she cried out loudly. I wanted to devour her screams so I smashed her lips to mine, her hand unrelenting on my cock as she hit her peak.
At the sight of her letting go, my balls tightened and, quickly lifting Mol, I rolled my hips to the side, groaning as streams of cum spread onto the grass beside me. She slowly moved her hand, but I didn’t withdraw my finger from within her, wasn’t ready to. I didn’t want this addicting feeling to end.
The reality of what just happened between us sank in. Mol leaned forward and I kissed and nipped at her damp skin. My finger gently stroked against her clit, her breath hitching when it all became too much, too sensitive.
Leaning back from the safety of my embrace, she smiled shyly. Damn, she was beautiful.